Chapter Three

One of them would not need their car keys for painfully obvious reasons. Jeff wanted to drive because he thought Matt drove like their grandmother. Matt wanted to drive because Jeff drove like he wrestled. In the end, Matt won and Jeff was left to sulk and trail after him.

To add insult to injury, Jeff was delegated to being in charge of the almighty room key. When he thought about it though, the key was kind of important because it was the only one they had left now. Matt had last the other one by the vending machines one night. That and the male desk clerk downstairs apparently had male PMS and wouldn't give them another one.

As they left the room and made their way down the hall, they were not surprised about the strange looks they received. Two grown men chained together will at best evoke questioning looks and at worst make someone think something extremely kinky is going on.

Since they are brothers that second one creeped them out a little bit but if they didn't know the person they played up that idea just to have some fun. That was mostly Jeff's doing but as long as he didn't get too carried away, Matt let him have his fun (which Jeff was surprised at, since it was his idea of fun that got them in their situation in the first place).

Matt was regretting letting Jeff run with the idea when they passed an elderly couple on the stairs. It was a narrow stairwell and Matt was in front of Jeff. The couple had tried to pass them without much incident. The situation had not been helped when Jeff, snarky little shit that he was, had cupped Matt's ass.

The couple hurried as much as they could in their old age up the stairs and then disappeared around the corner. Matt turned and glared at his brother who just smirked and shrugged as if to say "couldn't help myself."

Upon entering the hotel's breakfast area, every wrestler's head looked up at the odd metallic cacophony coming from the brothers. The entire room was grinning and shaking their heads. They knew at once who had done it. No one else had as much reason as the Undertaker to do something like that.

The brothers just politely ignored the looks and scanned the room for…bingo. The men in question were easy to find. Two hulking figures were sat at a table for four, oddly enough. It's like they knew the boys would want to have a word with them when they came down. Well, they were right.

Matt and Jeff calmly made their way over to Mark and Glen's table. Without waiting to be asked, they sat themselves down.

For a few seconds, they were ignored. Mark was eating pancakes and Glenn was staring at them with a small smirk firmly in place. Mark finally lifted his head from his plate and a smug grin formed on his goateed face.

"Hey Hardy. How's your morning going?"

The man's eyes couldn't help but go straight to the chain lying lax between the boys. That sight caused his grin to widen and turn a little meaner.

Jeff watched all of this with interest and decided to play right along.

"Oh it's been fine Mark. We had a good night's sleep and we've had our coffee. We're good to go."

At the word coffee a low chuckle could be heard from the previously silent Glenn. Matt raised a curious eyebrow at that.

Glenn raised his head and affected an innocent look on his face. Matt's eyes locked with his own and his brow furrowed in confusion. Glenn just shrugged like he didn't know what Matt was confused about. Oh, he damn well knew though. Those boys too would know in the next few minutes.

"Yeah?" needled Mark, "It was that good huh?"

Jeff grinned,

"It was fine you know except for this fucking chain on me and my brother's wrists. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?"

Mark successfully kept his expression and tone neutral.

"No Jeff. Why would you think something like that?"

Mark's gaze flit over Glenn for just a split and Jeff saw the movement. Now what could that mean?

Matt saw the movement too and the wheels in his head were turning. He then figured it out and directed his next statement at Glenn.

"It was you."

Glenn smirked and cocked an eyebrow.

Matt continued, "You're the one that chained us together. It had to be. Mark has no stealth in him whatsoever."

Mark's eyes narrowed.

"Watch it boy."

Matt just shrugged and continued on,

"You know you're not the sneaky type. You've got as much stealth as a drunken penguin."

Glenn couldn't help but snort at the fitting description. He quickly schooled his features though at the glower Mark was sending him.

At this point Jeff decided to jump in before Matt pissed off Taker too much. After all, you don't want to piss off the man with the key.

"So Taker, now that you've gotten even, how long are we going to have to stay like this?"

Mark leaned back in his chair and adopted an amused expression.

"Considering the hell you two have given me over the last few weeks? You're staying like that for the rest of the evening".

The boys' reactions were priceless. Their eyes bugged out simultaneously and their jaws practically hit the table. Well, what had they been expecting? A few hours and then total freedom? Hell no. Taker was going to make them pay for making a fool of him.

He was the junkyard dog and they were two stupid school boys that had wandered into his domain.